“What I miss most about Fran is her laugh… “
“More of a gurgle, remember?”
We sit in silence, soaking up the sunshine, reflecting.
“Not good – he talks about her a lot, things she used to do, where they went together.”
I signal the waiter for the bill.
“I hope I go quickly when the time comes.”
“My turn to pay?”
“I can’t remember…”
“Oh for chrissakes…”
We both burst out laughing, then stop abruptly, embarrassed.
“Time to go?”
“Come on Fran, let’s get you home to Joe.”
Fran giggles girlishly.
Well, more of a gurgle really.
The last Friday Fictioneers of October. Here in the south-east of England we’ve had a glorious October, sunny days with temperatures well above average. Hope my fellow writers have had a lovely summer, heads down for what promises to be a long and bitter winter, if you believe the Met Office.